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Come!" cries the Rum-seller; is not bility that he shall not reach the last that enough?"

HOW TO LOOK AT LIFE.

A YOUNG man that wishes to live for eternity, and to have always at hand the stimulus to action, which the sluggishness of nature requires, will very much find his account in writing from one to seventy upon so many successive lines, drawing his pen from year to year through those he has lived, and always remembering how great is the uncertainty that he shall ever see another, and the vastly-increased proba

of these seven tens! The following rhymes well deserve the meditation of worldly men:

LIFE OF A SINNER. Seven years in childhood's sport and play,

7

14 21

28

Seven years in school from day to day,
Seven years at trade or college life,
Seven years to find a place and wife,
Seven years to pleasure's follies given, 35
Seven years by business hardly driven, 42
Seven years for fame a wild goose chase, 49
Seven years for wealth a bootless race, 56
Seven years in hoarding for your heir, 63
Seven yearsin weakness spent and care, 70
Then die, and go-you know not where!

The Fragment Basket.

A WARNING TO HUSBANDS. A FEW years ago a respectable tradesman was married to an amiable and talented young lady. She had received a religious education, and was respected and beloved by all with whom she was acquainted. She devoted much of her time and means to the poor, and to the instruction of a Sabbath-school; and was foremost in every good work and labour of love. Her husband had a good capital and an increasing business, and was in the way to honour, wealth, and independence. When their relations or friends visited them, they presented them with the usual mark or emblem of hospitality, and intoxicating drinks were always indulged in, though slightly at first, at the dinner-table. The lady gradually acquired a desire for strong drink, and in three years she became a confirmed tippler. chief delight was in company, in the gaiety of the saloon, and the excitement of the theatre. She became a drunkard, and before her death, which was caused by intemperance, she declared that her ruin was occasioned by her yielding to the solicitations of her husband, to take a little wine and toddy after dinner.-Rev. John Knox.

THE USE OF RICE.

Her

IT is a subject of wonder to many why the article rice, which has for a long time been so extremely plentiful, and

consequently cheap, does not enter into more general consumption in this country. I think the true answer to this is, because very few amongst us know how to prepare it for table, for not one cook in ten can even plain-boil it fit to be seen and eaten, and not one in twenty (strange as it may appear) can make a rice pudding.

Now, the first may be accomplished by using only so much water as the rice will absorb in boiling, by which each grain will be kept free and separate, and the mass not made into starch or paste, as is generally the case; and the second can be perfected by putting one tea-cup full of rice to one quart of milk, adding sugar to suit the taste, a small quantity of chopped suet, butter, or dripping; grating a little nutmeg on the top, and baking as usual. This will be found one of the cheapest, lightest, and most delicious puddings that can be eaten, and very far superior to a rice pudding as generally made, with eggs, &c., which not only add to its expense, but destroy the character of the dish. In most parts of Ireland, where, during the summer season, milk can be had for almost nothing, the above simple receipt would, I think, be invaluable, and no doubt generate a taste for this most wholesome grain, to the especial benefit of the poorer part of the population.

Poetry.

THE BREVITY OF LIFE.
Behold

How short a span

Was long enough of old

To measure out the life of man;

In those well-tempered days, his time was then Surveyed, cast up, and found but threescore years and ten.

Alas!

And what is that?

They come, and slide, and pass
Before my pen can tell thee what:

The posts of time are swift, which, having run
Their seven short stages o'er, their short-lived task is done.
Our days
Begun, we lend

To sleep, to antic plays

And toys, until the first stage end;

Twelve waning moons, twice five times told, we give
To unrecovered loss: we rather breathe than live!

We spend

A ten years' breath
Before we apprehend

What 'tis to live, or fear a death:

Our childish dreams are filled with painted joys, Which please our sense awhile, and waking, prove but toys.

How vain,

How wretched is

Poor man, that doth remain

A slave to such a state as this!

His days are short at longest, few at most;
They are but bad at best, yet lavished out or lost!

They be

The secret springs

That make our minutes flee

On wheels more swift than eagle's wings; Our life's a clock, and every gasp of breath Breathes forth a warning voice, till Time shall strike a death!

How soon

Our new-born light

Attains to full-aged noon!

And this how soon to gray-haired night!

We spring, we bud, we blossom, and we blast,
Ere we can count our days, our days they flee so fast!

They end

When scarce begun;

And ere we apprehend

That we begin to live, our life is done!

Man count thy days, and if they fly too fast

For thy dull thoughts to count, COUNT EVERY DAY THY LAST!

HERBERT.

The Children's Gallery.

MEMOIR OF DINAH SIMS.

THE subject of the following memoir to be with Jesus; and gave expres

sions to feelings and sentiments not often experienced in children of such tender years. Her heart appeared so full, that she often felt a difficulty in

was born March, 1839. From very early life she was the subject of serious impressions. At the age of four years she was often found engaged in prayer with and for her sisters; the Sabbath-giving utterance to her feelings. When school was her delight, and there those serious impressions were formed and fostered; and to the instruction received in this nursery she ascribed the foundation of that piety which shone so brightly in her last days. It was not till within a few weeks of her death that the full lustre of those religious principles which had been nurtured in the Sabbath-school, and wrought by the Holy Spirit on her heart, took that decision which gave positive evidence, that she was born from above. From the commencement of the illness which terminated in her death, she manifested a deep interest in all her relatives and friends, exhorting them with all earnestness to seek and love that Saviour who had loved her and died to save her precious soul. An elder brother, who had long known the Lord, she admonished with more than usual fervour to live near the Saviour, assuring him that Jesus was the foundation of her hope and the source of her joy; and breaking out in an ecstasy of praise for redeeming love | tence, which appeared the burden of

she sang the well-known lines,—

"Jesus, Lover of my soul,

Let me to thy bosom fly," &c. From the time she was taken ill she told her mother that it would end in her death; but not to weep on that account, for she was happy, and longed

friends came to see her, of whose piety she doubted, she would warn them to flee from sin and seek the Saviour; assuring them that the blood of Jesus, which had cleansed her guilty soul, and made her happy, could cleanse the vilest sinner who sought an interest in its all-prevailing merit. To others she would say, "You must pray or perish!" When it was evident she was drawing near her end, just on the threshold of the better world, she had such manifestations of the scenes that awaited her happy spirit in the heavenly Jerusalem, that she would often audibly praise the Saviour, whom she longed to behold. She now began to feel it difficult to articulate her words, so that much she said was lost. To her elder sister, who was standing by her bedside, she gave her last parting advice, to live near the Lord; and with much earnestness intreated her to bring up her children in the fear of God, and never cease praying for them; and, as if to sum up all her desires in one sen

her anxious wishes throughout her affliction, she again charged them all to follow her to Heaven. Thus lived and died Dinah Sims, a monument of what the grace of God can do in very early life. In her we see fulfilled that promise, that those who seek God

early shall find him:-Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings he hath perfected praise.

It may be profitable to inquire what lessons of instruction this narrative is calculated to teach. First, that God blesses those who seek him in the ordinary use of means. This young disciple had little education beyond the instruction of the Sabbath-school; but she was made wise unto salvation, through faith in Christ; she was no scholar, but, to the best of her ability, she commended the Saviour to her relatives and others, and this proved the sincerity of her faith. Though very young in years, she was thoughtful and prayerful, a pattern worthy of imitation by the youngest child in the Sabbath-school. Let her example admonish those who never pray for themselves, although possessing advantages far superior to her!

much earlier than you expect. Remember her age, only ten years! younger than many who are taught in the Sabbath-schools. Let her early death enforce the truths so often brought before your minds by your teachers. Imitate her prayerful spirit; then it will be your happiness, as it was her's, to have Christ for your portion, Heaven for your home, angels for your attendants, redeemed spirits for your companions; and your teachers will join in the general ascriptions of praise to that Saviour whom Dinah Sims served in life, loved and enjoyed in death, and is now for ever praising before the throne!

A MONKEY'S MEMORY. AUTHORS generally seem to think that the monkey race are not capable of retaining lasting impressions; but their memory is remarkably tenacious when striking events call it into action. A Let her early death enforce instruc- monkey which was permitted to run tion on the minds of the careless Sab- free, had frequently seen the men-servants in the great country kitchen, with bath-school scholars, who feel no inte- its huge fire-place, taking down a pow rest beyond being in their place on the der-horn that stood on the chimneySabbath-day, and there, by their vola- piece, and throw a few grains into the tile conduct, disturb the class, pain the fire, to make Jemima and the rest of the maids jump and scream, which mind of the teacher, and grieve the they always did on such occasions very Holy Spirit. The narrative supplies a prettily. Pug watched his opportunity, striking contrast; she was not only and when all was still, and he had the kitchen entirely to himself, he clamattentive in the class, but we find her bered up, got possession of the wellat home diligent in the practice of filled powder-horn, perched himself those lessons herself, and endeavouring very gingerly on one of the horizontal to instil them into the minds of her wheels placed for the support of saucepans over the waning ashes of an sisters and others, children of the Sab-almost extinct wood-fire, screwed off bath-school. Let her example shame your prayerless spirit, you who never pray for yourselves! How can you imitate her in this respect, and pray for others? Remember the time is coming when you will need what she possessed, -a good hope of eternal happiness. And you may need it

the top of the horn, and reversed it over the grate. The explosion sent him half-way up the chimney. Before he was blown up he was a snug, trim, well-conditioned monkey as you would wish to see on a summer's day; he came down a carbonated figure, in an avalanche of burning soot. The weight with which he pitched upon the hot ashes, in the midst of the general flare

up, aroused him to a sense of his condition. He was missed for days. Hunger at last drove him forth, and he sneaked into the house close singed and begrimed, scorched and terrified. He recovered with care; but, like some other great personages, he never got over his sudden elevation and fall, but became a sadder if not a wiser monkey. If ever pug forgot himself and was troublesome, you had only to take down a powder-horn in his presence, and he was off to his hole like a shot, screaming and clattering his jaws like a pair of castanets.

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A PIOUS DAUGHTER. CHILDREN, says the Rev. Wm. Gray, have conveyed religion to those from whom they ought to have derived it. "Well," said a mother, one day, weeping, her daughter being about to make a public profession of religion, I will resist no longer. How can I bear to see my dear child love and read the Scriptures, while I never look into the Bible; to see her retire and seek God, while I never pray; to see her going to the Lord's table, while his death is nothing to me !" "Ah!" said she to the minister who called to inform her of her daughter's intention, wiping her eyes, "Yes, sir, I know she is right and I am wrong. I have seen her firm under reproach, and patient under provocation, and cheerful in all her sufferings. When, in her late illness, she was looking for dissolution, heaven stood in her face. Oh, that I was fit to die! I ought to have taught her, but I am sure she has taught me. How can I bear to see her joining the church of God, and leaving me behind, perhaps for ever?"

From that hour she prayed in earnest that the God of her child would be her God; and was soon seen walking with her in the way everlasting. Is it mere supposition? More than one eye, in reading this allusion, will drop a testimony to the truth of it: "We speak that we do know, and testify that we have seen." May God bless us, and make us blessings !

AN ALLIGATOR STORY. THERE was an alligator who had taken up his abode near a ford, and given a dusky acquaintance of mine a great deal of vexation, and had occasioned him much loss by pulling into the water calves, and even cattle, that came to drink. He told me that one day, being in shallow water, a good way from his on horseback, he caught the alligator accustomed pool; and having his lasso with him, but attached to the pummel of his saddle, he galloped after him as he was making for his haunt, and lassoed him round the neck, and tried to drag him to a tree on the bank; but his horse was completely overpowered, and brought down on his knees. had no remedy left him but to follow the beast and try to get rid of his lasso, but it was too fast to the saddle; and he was dragged right through the pool and out at the other side. cut the lasso with his machete, but it was so blunt he could not cut through the hide-thongs; so down the stream they all went together, through pools and shallows, till he remembered he had a knife in the pocket of his sheepskin, and, after some trouble in getting at it, managed to sever his tow-rope.

He

He tried to

Never, caballero," said he, "did a man take such a journey, sometimes in the shallows, but the bottom all large stones and rocks; then splash into deep water, then deep mud, then stones over again; and, worse than all, I knew if I had gone a very little further, there was a fall of water as high as this rancho, and I to have gone down it without having even confessed myself!"-Byam's Wild Life in Central America.

TO THE YOUNG.

THE WAY TO BE FRIENDS WITH GOD.

I WILL tell you a little story of a child not much older than many of you. She had sometimes been naughty, and she felt that she was a sinner against God's holy law: this made her sad. But one day she was seen to be very happy. Her eyes were bright with joy, and she seemed as though she could scarcely bear the pleasure she felt, it

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